Page 66 of Whiskey Shivers

He smiled at me and said, “Fucking hell, I love you.”

I was warmed from the crown of my head to the tips of my toes, and I would have said “I love you, too,” except his mouth was on mine all over again and with a renewed sense of desperate urgency.

No, not urgency –joy.

As much as he was the one person, the thing that made me happy? I was the thing that madehimcomplete. I felt it in that moment soul deep – that we were each other’s person, and I felt my heart soar, I mean really soar, for what was likely the first time ever. I felt it take off unfettered. It wasn’t weighted as it’d been with Mark, wondering how long things would last until the other shoe dropped. Desperately trying to win his love and affection back when he grew bored. I had no fear of that with Hex, because he was a man and not a child, and I needed that. I needed that and I desperately wanted to be that for him, too.

He undressed us, got the shower going and got us into it. It was beautiful, and I had to believe it was also his work or that he had a hand in its construction, but all of those thoughts fled under the touch of his hands on my skin and the way his tongue thrust against mine, tangling and twisting, slipping along mine in this tantalizing way. I don’t think I’d ever kissed a man so skilled with his tongue, and I remembered keenly just how much I’d enjoyed it elsewhere.

I pressed my thighs together as he backed me into the warmth of the shower spray and moaned into his mouth as he slicked his hands with soap and ran them over my skin. Sensual and slick, I loved how he touched me and it just served to get me even more excited.

“God, I want you in me,” I moaned against his mouth.

“No condom,” he grunted.

I giggled against his mouth and put my lips to his ear and said, “Worth the risk this time.”

He groaned and drew back and said, “You get knocked up, I’ll be happy either way, boy or girl, but, woman, you give me a son and I will love you forever.”

I laughed and threw caution to the wind and said, “If it happens, it happens.”

He put his mouth against mine all over again and made me swallow my gasp as he pressed me against the cool stone tiles of the shower wall.

I kept my bad arm tucked to my side, and my good one, I wrapped around his shoulders.

His touch made my body glow and I couldn’t help but wriggle against him, trying for more skin contact as he smoothed his hands over me and stepped closer, pressing me against the wall as we kissed in the warm shower spray.

“I don’t want to accidentally hurt you,” he growled, and I smiled.

All I could think to say was, “Then don’t.”

He laughed a little and pulled me to him, away from the wall, and turned me around by my hips.

I pressed my hand against it, and rounded my back, thrusting my hips out, practically begging for a more intimate touch. He made an appreciative noise and ran his hands down my back and over my hips.

“Just like that, baby. Stay just like that,” he said. I bit my bottom lip and arched my stomach down, thrusting out my hips just that little bit more for him.

He ran the head of his cock up and down my pussy lips, and I groaned with need, thrusting back just the little bit that I could, to encourage him.

He moaned and pressed inside of me. It was all I could do to keep myself up with how weak in the knees that it made me.

“Fuck, yes.” His breath, cooler than the steamy shower, caressed my back with a hint of the whiskey he’d drunk, and it gave me the shivers in all the right ways. I pressed against the wall, and he started to move, andoh yes,right like that. That felt so good.

Was it graceful? No, not even close. Do you think either of us cared in that moment? Absolutely not. Not when it was getting the job done so well.

He rode me from behind, snaking an arm around my waist to run his fingers back and forth over my clit. It unfortunately shortened his thrusting that much more, but that was okay. He was relentless and was sure to get me there, regardless.

I panted and concentrated on the feel of him, closing my eyes and moaning even as he groaned against my back, pressing his forehead against the base of my neck as though he was concentrating very hard on not coming too early.

I don’t know how long we were like that, but I do know it probably felt much longer than it actually was. It was driving me crazy, not being able to enjoy each other fully because of my stupid arm. Still, as frustrating as it was, I would take what I could get, and right now, he was giving it his all with as much restraint as he could muster to protect me. That was something so sweet and so wonderful and soeverything, I mean, literally everything that I had ever wanted that I grew emotional.

I felt this wellspring open up in the center of my chest, even as the orgasm came out of seemingly nowhere androckedme. Absolutely rolled me, drawing me tight around him and sending me out into the atmosphere in rippling rolling waves of pleasure. I felt him drive into me and grunt, holding me around my middle and pulling his arm tight around me as he came with me, and it was a beautiful moment.

He slipped from me, and I straightened after a few breaths. He drew me back to him with both arms and cuddled me close as we stood under the warm patter of the shower’s spray and both panted, catching our breaths.

“Damn, I don’t last long enough with you,” he complained, and I smiled.

“You last long enough, lover, and that’s what matters,” I said, leaning my head back against his shoulder and tipping my mouth up to his for a kiss.

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